Translation of the song lyrics Blinde Vinkler - Pede B, Mr. Mo

Blinde Vinkler (original)

Jeg sover dårligt året rundt, min læge si’r det' naturligt
For hvis mine forfædre sov for tungt, var overlevelse umuligt
Der sneg sig sikkert nogle rovdyr rundt, der hvor de havde bolig
Så hvis træthed gør jeg opfører mig dumt, la' være at tag' det personligt
Så det' semi-betryggende, det muligvis ikke er min hjerne
For jeg ville gerne, men ka' ikk' fjerne det tillærte
Mønstret er gentaget, påfører mig selv skade
Til det hele ender op i ynkelig selvhad
Som om vi vil bevise noget, men allesammen har glemt hvad
Min barndomsven har lige fået en gangster tåre
Så resten af livet vil folk nok frygte ham overalt han går
Han har et behov for at vise at han mener alvor
Vi deler sikkert den usikkerhed, forskellen er hvor den fremstår
De spør' så ofte hvorfor jeg laver så mange plader
Hver gang vi sender en ny afsted tænker jeg at den næste ska' være langt bedre
Tilbage til tegnebordet, endnu en tur i sneglesporet
Efter den her ska' jeg nok ku' sove, du ska' nok ikk' ta' mig på ordet
Jeg ved ikk' hva' jeg løber fra
Jeg ved bare at jeg skynder mig
Mit hjerte det slår hårdt, jeg
Tror det foreslår mig
Jeg ska' starte forfra
Har set det hele før
Ved ikk' hva' jeg ka' gøre
Eller hva' jeg ska' svare
Når alle folk omkring mig altid spør'
Hva' kærligheden gør med det
Hva' kærligheden gør med det
Hva' kærligheden gør med det
Hva' kærligheden gør med det
Hva' kærligheden gør med det
Hva' kærligheden gør med det
Hva' kærligheden gør med det
Hva' kærligheden gør med det

Blinde Vinkler (translation)

I sleep poorly all year round, my doctor says it's natural
For if my ancestors slept too heavily, survival was impossible
Some predators probably snuck around where they lived
So if fatigue makes me behave stupidly, do not 'take' it personally
So it's semi-reassuring, it may not be my brain
Because I would like to, but can not remove what has been learned
The pattern is repeated, inflicting harm on myself
To it all ends up in pitiful self-hatred
As if we want to prove something, but everyone has forgotten what
My childhood friend just got a gangster tear
So for the rest of his life, people will probably fear him everywhere he goes
He has a need to show that he means business
We probably share the uncertainty, the difference is where it appears
They ask so often why I make so many records
Every time we send a new one off, I think the next one will be much better
Back to the drawing board, another trip in the snail's trail
After this, I'll probably be able to sleep, you'll probably not take me at my word
I do not know 'what' I'm running from
I just know I'm in a hurry
My heart it beats hard, me
Think it suggests me
I'm going to start over
Have seen it all before
I do not know what I can do
Or what 'I should' answer
When all the people around me always ask '
What's love doing with it?
What's love doing with it?
What's love doing with it?
What's love doing with it?
What's love doing with it?
What's love doing with it?
What's love doing with it?
What's love doing with it?